Authors Note- I think I'm going to pause on this story for a bit to work on a few other things. I don't imagine it to be a long hiatus, will defiantly have some chapters up after next weeks walking dead :)-
He lunged at her, knocking her down to the hard surface, almost taking the wind from her lungs. From the corner of her eye she noticed the night light glimmer and reflect off of a long fixed blade, he brought it to her throat, she barley had time to grab his wrist before he made contact with the tender flesh of her neck. She could feel the sting of the blade lightly cutting her.
As determined as he was to inflict pain onto her, she was scheming just as many ways to make him scream and beg for his life. It was obvious he had no knowledge of how to fight in one on one combat. All his strength was going into cutting her, leaving many other places on him vulnerable for attack. With all her might she brought her knee up to his groin, his eyes bulging out as he cried out in pain was all the distraction she needed. She used all her upper strength to knock him over, with cat like reflexes she jumped to her feet, kicking the knife from his hand. He wasn't going to go with out a fight, he grabbed her leg, knocking her down as she went for the knife.
She twisted her body bring her foot directly to his face, she could feel the crunch through her boot, knowing that she had broken his nose, a satisfied sensation washed through her. She reached out, her fingers inches from the blade when she felt him lift her by her hair. She turned her upper wait, using all her strength to deliver a right hook right to his temple, then the final blow to his throat. She was sure she had killed him when he dropped to his knees, grabbing his throat desperately trying to suck in air.
Foot steps began to approach them, Veronica sucked in her breath. She hadn't anticipated him having an accomplice. She stood ready, the knife clenched in her hand so hard her knuckles began to turn white. She looked over, heart sinking as she saw him begin to stand.
"Really Keith, just fucking give up." She sighed in exhaustion.
The foot steps approached faster, a man who appeared to be battered stumbled towards them, falling by Keith. Veronica's hairs stood on end, something didn't feel right about this. She took a step back, observing the man who was now clawing his way towards Keith. The hunters flannel jacket was torn and shredded, covered in blood and what appeared to be vomit. She paused in horror when she saw his neck. An animal or something had torn apart his jugular, blood was still rushing from the wound, bone exposed, the muscles, veins and tendons were chewed off. She watched as the man dug his fingers deeper into the dirt pulling himself faster to Keith.
Keith oblivious to the trauma the man crawling towards him had sustained began to yell and scream at him to get away. The sound of pure terror filled Veronica's ears as she watched the injured man begin to bite and tear into the flesh of Keith's thigh. She ran towards the man, stabbing him in the back of his neck with all her force, she heard Keith scream more as she realized the knife went through the neck, cutting into Keith's leg. She stood up, placing her foot on the back of the flailing body of the man she just nearly decapitated, used it for momentum as she pulled the blade from both Keith and this living dead nightmare upon them
She tried lifting the heavy weight of the man off him, but the more she lifted the more of Keith's skin pealed away from his leg. Grabbing the hair of this monster, she took the serrated edge of the blade and franticly tried to saw apart the remaining layers of muscle and tissues, severing the head from the body. She almost laughed in hysteria when the head continued to bite and chew, after being torn from it's body.
Keith began to go into shock, body convulsing she watched as his eye's began to roll in the back of his head. She stood up watching his body contort and convulse on the ground before her. The head of the man she just decapitated still in her hand, arm lengths reach, franticly biting and growling at her. Veronica began to shut down, all she could do was make a horrifying sound, it was a cross between hysterical laughter and a blood curling scream. She slammed the head to the ground, stomping it over and over, the eyes began to mash out of the skull followed by a white puss like substance and blood, she wouldn't stop, the skull broke and gave way under her foot, she still wouldn't stop.
She dropped to her knees, hyperventilating, trying desperately to regain control. She wanted to curl up in fetal position and cry, wait for someone to come save her, taking her far away from this nightmare. But as her eyes dropped upon the lifeless body of the first man who had planned to kill her, followed by the one who wanted to eat her, she knew no one was coming to her rescue. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying desperately to stop shaking.
Near the headless body of the man she just decapitated was a black duffle bag. Veronica tried to stand, her knees buckling half way up, collapsed to the ground. She grabbed deep into the dirt, screaming, trying to fight back the tears. She wouldn't stop, she was not going to die in these woods. She pulled herself up, each step took more will then the next, legs shacking, any second her knees about to give. As she approached the bag she heard movement on the ground behind her. She turned quickly to find herself face to face with Keith, his eyes were black and clouded over, mouth and jaw grinding if it was chewing something that wasn't there. She stumbled back, she felt the back of her heel come to an edge. Before she could brace herself she feel back, heart pounding, stomach sinking. It felt like forever but ended quickly, her elbow cracking down on a hard metal surface. She instinctively reached and grabbed her elbow, she could feel the cold metal on her hand.
She looked around, she wanted to scream when she realized she fell into a shallow grave. Before she could even move Keith was over the grave, throwing his body down on her. She got her legs up just in time to kick him in the chest, she reached back to the wall of the grave, with all the strength she could muster, pushed his body back, throwing him off balance. She grabbed the shovel next to her, scrambling to her feet. She pulled her arms back, screaming at the top of her lungs, she brought the shovel down on Keith's face. She kept screaming as she bashed it down more and more, until his body stopped moving, then a few more times to make sure. She dropped the shovel to her side, reached down and grabbed Keith's legs. She began to drag his body to the grave, aligninghim up to it. She reached down grabbing the bag, she opened it tossing everything on the ground. On the ground was plastic ties, condoms, the knife holster, and a few other trinkets she was sure were meant to be used on her. She savaged through anything that could be useful, but came up short. She walked over to the lifeless body of the pathetic disgrace of what was once a man, kicking him into the shallow grave he had dug for her. She spit on his body, then turned around grabbing the shovel off the ground.
The sound of a motorcycle circled the area, Veronica spun around, franticly trying to find the source of the sound. The fear and confusion petrified her. She couldn't move, think, breathe, her body just shut down. She felt like there was a presence around her, an invisible force she couldn't detect or fight. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her, it was familiar warm embrace. She moved back into him, relief washing over her. "Maybe I am going to be saved." she thought to herself. As she tried to turn around and be fully engulfed by the warmth, her body tensed as she felt the comforting familiar embrace, turn cold and putrid. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw the mangled remains of Keith standing before her. She started to scream and kick, punching wildly as the man began to bite and tear into her flesh.